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“Goddamn, baby. My handprint looks good on your ass.” She pushes it out farther, a sure sign that she wants more.
I get to my knees behind her and kiss her soft, red flesh. “I don’t want to get too rough since we have to ride back, but I can’t wait to make this ass so red with my hand that you’ll feel it for the next week every time you sit down.”
Her feet are only inches apart, but it gives me just enough room to swipe my tongue through her wet folds. The contact has her moaning out in pleasure as I lick her from her clit to her tight pucker. She jerks away from my mouth.
“Have you ever let someone in here, Abigail?” My voice is thick with need as I rim that tight spot with my finger.
“No, and I don’t plan on it, Hayes, so get the thought out of your head.” Her mouth says one thing but the wetness practically dripping down her thighs says another.
I chuckle darkly. “We’ll see about that.” My fingers go to her wet pussy, and I pump them in and out of her silky channel, her moans spurring me on.
“Fuck, Jackson, make me come,” she begs, her breathy moans setting my blood on fire.
I replace my fingers with my tongue and begin rubbing her clit. It’s only moments before her wetness is flooding my mouth and she’s screaming out her orgasm, riding my face as she holds herself against the tree. I swipe my tongue over her a few more times as she catches her breath. Standing up, I pull her pants back up her thighs before she turns and kisses me with everything she has. Her hands go to my buckle, and she rips it open, undoing the button and pulling down my zipper.
I put my hand over her eager one. “I didn’t bring a condom with me,” I tell her, cursing myself for my oversight.
With a wicked gleam in her eye, she pulls my rock-hard cock out and begins pumping. “That’s okay. That’s what my mouth is for.” Abigail drops to her knees in front of me and licks me from root to tip, opening her mouth around the head and pulling me into her hot mouth.
My hands instantly grab her hair as my head flies back. “Fuck, baby,” I groan out.
She bobs up and down my length, taking me deeper with each pass.
I bite my lip and look down at the erotic vision kneeling before me. Any man who thinks he’s in control when a woman is on her knees giving him pleasure is completely wrong. Abigail holds all the power here and I’m the lucky son of a bitch that she deems worthy of letting in her body. I don’t take that shit for granted.
She eagerly moans around me as her hand pumps where her mouth can’t reach.
“You look absolutely stunning on your knees for me, baby. Are you going to let me come in that perfect mouth?” I grate out. The question earns another moan from her. “Are you going to swallow it down like a good girl?”
She pops her mouth off me and looks me in the eye, her eyes glassy with desire. “Do it. I want to taste you.”
Well, fuck me.
Abigail puts me back in her mouth, and when I reach the back of her throat, she swallows around my dick, taking me farther down. That’s all it takes, and I bellow out my orgasm into the empty field. It’s so intense my vision hazes around the edges and I feel myself sway a bit. Goddamn, that’s never happened before. When she’s pulled every last drop from me, I slide from her lips, and she covers me with my underwear.
She’s still on her knees as I stroke her cheek. “I have no words, baby. That was…” My voice trails off. I can’t form coherent sentences at the moment, but I’m okay with it.
Abigail stands, and I pull her against my body, kissing her thoroughly, not giving a shit that I just came in that gorgeous mouth of hers.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
She giggles as she loops her arms around my neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever been thanked for a blow job before.”
“Well, you haven’t been with me before. Not only will I thank you if you are ever inclined to do it again, but I’ll probably come up with all kinds of new ways to show you my appreciation for your mouth.” I lean in and kiss her again while she sighs into my mouth.
“I could get used to that,” she says. Abigail looks at me timidly, like she just realized the vulnerability of her words.
“You will, Red.” I smile down at her, gazing into her deep-green eyes.And I could get used to this.
Abigail clears her throat, and I see the ways her eyes shutter, putting those walls back up. “We should head back to the stable. Get the horses cooled down. Hopefully Julia will be back by then.”
She’s changing the subject. Pulling back a little. That’s okay though. We’ll get to a place where she doesn’t feel the need to throw up walls around me. I can be patient. Especially for something so, so worth it.
Holding my arm out to where the horses are still munching the grass around them, I tell her, “After you, Red.”
Chapter 17
Abigail
